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Lyricism in the Third Grade…
Owen, along with his classmates, was tasked with writing some poetry for school. They were given the parametres of a variety of poetic formats and asked to write they felt. I was immensely proud of Owen’s poetry, and with his permission am posting some of it here:
Rhyming Couplet:
The moon is big, the moon is white
O my gosh what a sight!
Quatrain:
Chocolate milk how delicious
I would drink it if it came from a pit
Slurping, glurping yum in my tum
Be sure robbers don’t steal it
Acrostic:
Green and soft
Read lovely books on it
Awesome to play in
Sensational to have pic-nics in
Super easy to pick
Haikus:
-Storks-
Slender and skinny
Flying through the air, zooming
Gliding down so fast
-Beetles-
Black and glittery
Creeping slowly up your shirt
Flipping over grass
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Icky, sticky, muck
Eats everything in its sight
It’s a… yumtracky!
-Rabbits-
Fur so soft and smooth
Hops as high as pogo sticks
Sniffing…everything!
Freeverse:
Lights-up with a snap!
Flick, it’s on
like a little man glowing
a lightbulb is so bright
Once there was a ponytail
who ate a pumpkin
… and then …
the wind started to blow
it punched him around …
sobldick – suckbird
he was a duck!
Cinquain:
Trains
pickup, get off
rumbling, stopping, refilling
turning on the light
locomotive
Picture Poetry:
X-boxes
boom-boxes
all you can think of,
giving you the news,
giving you the weather, music thumps
loud from in-side the speakers like
a rampaging elephant.
Poetic Crytogram:
Grass
as high
as an
elephant’s
eye
CNE – 2009 version
Just got back from the 2009 CNE this evening. Everything went pretty well, until Finney suddenly got the runs before Carrie could get her to a washroom…and then her hat fell in the toilet. She was generally much more chipper afterwards, though. Owen became surgically-attached to a candy apple and liberally coated his face with the sticky red stuff to show everyone how pleased he was to have received one. Finn objected loudly whenever Carrie or I helped ourselves to her cotton candy. It was nice trip to that sort of thing, and we saw it again through their eyes this year.
I’ve added a few pictures at the end from our last visit to the CNE (in 2005) to contrast the age of the kids.
Finn and Owen attempt to get a Canadian Forces LAV in motion. “Why won’t it move, Dada?”
Finn finds out that centrifugal force is not to be trifled with.
Finn and Carrie coming down the Giant Slide, one of them less enthusiastic than the other.
Owen, at the controls of an F16. “Where’s the gun button?”
Ooooh, priddy!
See above.
From 2005:
Finn, at 1 and a half (in 2005), pleased as punch to be on a real Ferris Wheel!
Owen and Carrie (2005). Owen pensive at the thought of something or other. Hey, it was a long time ago now; an eon, really in child years.
CNE guy trying and failing to guess Owen’s weight (2005). Picture that got away that day? Owen receiving a teeny toy and simultaneously pointing at one of the humungo toys hanging from the shop roof.
A little parental pride…
Owen graduates to grade 3 in the fall. He received “E”, or Excellent scores across numerous categories such as conflict resolution, Problem solving, Initiative and others.
At the end of his report card:
“Owen consistently demonstrates self direction in learning and always follows routines and instructions. He independently investigates and obtains information and demonstrates a positive attitude toward learning. Owen confidently asks questions to clarify meaning and to ensure understanding of the information gathered. He consistently works and plays well with others. Owen seeks positive resolutions to conflicts, with ease. He actively participates and demonstrates leadership in a wide range of learning activities. Owen independently creates appropriate strategies to solve problems. he consistently identifies strengths and areas for improvement in his own work.”
I am one beaming Dada!
Cold day, but we went out anyway
The children had been cooped up in the house for a day and a half, with bloody cold weather outside (-18C during the day) and were going a bit nutty.
We’d been meaning to get Finn out on some skis that were given to her last winter by friends north of us and so it seemed we found ourselves dressing for a ski and a tramp (in Owen’s case, as he hasn’t any skis yet).
I walked us to the barn where I donned my own skis and helped Finney into hers. I had thought she had poles as well, but we couldn’t find any and she was just as happy with some sticks anyway. It all went pretty well, but she did get a little frustrated toward the end. We found it best if she shuffled along in my ski tracks. Owen had strapped on some dinosaur feet and was pleased as punch to go flumphing around making up stories of conquest and terror with his great feet leaving huge prints behind him.
I took the kids out for a late lunch at Massey House restaurant here in town afterwards, where they coveted and then sipped some hot chocolate with their lunch. Its been an altogether agreeable day.
